During the 1990 – 1991 school year, I was a sophomore in High School. I was boy crazy. Each week, it seemed as though I had a crush on a different guy.
I would listen to music on Z-93. Back then you would have to listen to the radio and then press play on the tape recorder, if you wanted a single of a song or you would have to go to a place like Music Go Round to get a single of the song.
We had one phone in my house. It was located in the kitchen so EVERYONE could hear your conversations. I lived with my grandparents. My grandma would get on me if I took too long on the phone because we did not have call waiting.
Operation Desert Storm was in full force. Two specific memories from the tenth grade involve Operation Desert Storm.
Mrs. M. was my 10th grade English teacher. She had a son who was involved in Operation Desert Storm. So we had constant updates about what was happening with her son since she was in constant worry about him. We were suppose to be learning how to write and understand literature not learn about her son.
Needless to say, my grade that year in English was low. My mom was not very happy with her teaching and her as a person because of the lack of instruction I had that year.
My writing has suffered because of that lack of instruction. I struggled during the remainder of my high school and then college career.
My high school also had an idea for the students sign up to be pen pals with some of the soldiers over in the Middle East. I wrote back and forth with one young man a few times.
I don’t remember much about the letters or the young man. I was just happy to help with the morale of those who were serving the United States of America.
Now my junior year was much more memorable.
Until next time.
Have a magical day,